Still Waters

Still waters on an open lake

A silent call for calm

Nature calls again

Lone bird cries out

Chipmunk scurries past

Butterflies rest on an old tree stump

Still waters on an open lake

A silent call for calm

Nature calls again


This poem is dedicated to the cottage-goers, the dreamers, and the wishful thinkers on a hot summer day. We are all connected.


‘Somewhere Up North’
by Gilda Tavernese

Published by Gilda Tavernese

Mother of two. Wife of one. Myself to everyone else.

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